todaysbird: the new yorker gets it

Thursday, August 27th, 2020


the new yorker gets it

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leahberman: cotton candy sunset instagram

Tuesday, February 11th, 2020


cotton candy sunset


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she-is-wearing:Zac Posen

Tuesday, November 12th, 2019


Zac Posen

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Monday, November 4th, 2019

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debunkshy: QueenPedernales Falls SP, TX20 May 2018

Friday, October 19th, 2018


Pedernales Falls SP, TX
20 May 2018

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shipwreckedcomedy: This past week Sean and I attended the first…

Monday, April 23rd, 2018


This past week Sean and I attended the first part of the Sundance New Voices Lab in Solvang, California. Firstly, Solvang is a remarkable little Dutch town nestled in the Santa Ynez Valley. Secondly, the Sundance Institute is a pretty rad nonprofit (founded by Robert Redford) that strives to put a spotlight on independent film and television creators. 10 projects were selected for the New Voices Lab and Sean and I were so honored and thrilled that ours made the cut. While on the lovely Alisal Ranch, we Shipwrecked sibs worked on our new pilot “The Local Haunt.” This new show is very near and dear to our hearts as it follows a ragtag group of misfits working at a tacky tourist trap museum in Massachusetts, and hey…we know a little about that. 

The lab was an INTENSE and informative experience. Things got deep very quickly on the first day and only continued on from there. Secrets were revealed, 10 cups of coffee were inhaled every morning, and new creative possibilities were born! It sounds cheesy but, dude, I had like SIX or SEVEN creative revelations during this lab. 

It was truly a beautiful experience. Sean and I bonded with our fellow…fellows and were quick to take to the internet to check out their other work. It was inspiring to spend a week with a diverse group of people who are SO talented and who are telling incredibly personal stories. We can’t wait to see our new friends again when the lab resumes in June. Until then, we will be working diligently on our fledgling script, trying to make these new characters (whom we are VERY excited about) come to life! 

– Sinéad


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emmagrant01: knitmeapony: amelou: cool-glasses-kyle: markmeji…

Wednesday, February 14th, 2018






High School Fashion, 1969

What a trip.

Wow these photos are stunning

Some of these outfits are the raddest things I’ve ever seen.

Can we talk about the tights.

The existence of photos like these (and similar photos from the 70s and 80s and so on) makes me wonder yet again why current-day movies set in this time never seem to be able to get the hair and clothing right.

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highly-opinionated-nerd: musingsofahistorymajor: https://twitte…

Tuesday, April 18th, 2017



There is NOTHING  I don’t love about this.

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dailybenleslie: I’m thinking about my future.

Thursday, April 13th, 2017


I’m thinking about my future.

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msknope: How did you know when you were in love with your…

Friday, March 3rd, 2017


How did you know when you were in love with your husband?
I remember calling my sisters and telling them about Paul and I couldn’t – I remember feeling like,
“I can’t stop talking about him,” like I was talking about him all the time. But I wasn’t aware,


of how I was feeling yet. I just knew I was like,

compulsively talking about this guy. One of my sisters was like, “Who is this person?” But yeah. I don’t know if it was a definitive moment. It was just so easy. There was nothing hard about it. 

That’s the thing about falling in love,

too. Sometimes one person falls really hard,

like I felt like [Paul] fell really hard earlier. You fell really hard and I was like, “Whoa. He’s really going there.” And I felt it too,

but I wasn’t quite ready to vocalize it. And then like 6 months later,

I was PANICKED in love. Like,

panicked and fraught with “I can’t even deal with these feelings.” But he had already been like “We’re together and that’s great! There are no problems here.” That’s our love story.

That’s beautiful.
[Laughs] Is it? No,

it is beautiful. I love it. I do. (x)

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werspicey:Red-breasted NuthatchA rarity for me. First one I have…

Friday, February 10th, 2017


Red-breasted Nuthatch

A rarity for me. First one I have seen this year at the suet. Pretty lady I believe.

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“What the fuck is going on? Donald Trump! Donald fucking Trump! He’s a jackass reality TV star….”

Thursday, September 8th, 2016

“What the fuck is going on? Donald Trump! Donald fucking Trump! He’s a jackass reality TV star. He’s goddamn clueless. For fuck’s sake, this can’t be happening. Can it? Fucking fuck. Why isn’t anyone calling it out? It’s like Alice in fucking Wonderland. How can we be doing this? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

What politics blogger Kevin Drum thinks but does not say every time he’s writing a post about Trump

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ExxonMobil Knew

Thursday, October 15th, 2015


At the moment I’m sitting in front of an ExxonMobil station in Burlington Vermont waiting to be arrested and feeling, frankly, a little silly.

But I’m doing it because I want people to read and share two news stories, and I figure this small gesture might be enough to move a few people to do so.  The stories come from teams of reporters at the Los Angeles Times, the Columbia Journalism School, and the Pulitzer-Prize winning Inside Climate News, and they demonstrate—exhaustively, undeniably, and appallingly—that ExxonMobil, the biggest and most powerful company on earth, knew all about climate change in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s. The company had sophisticated computer models demonstrating exactly how fast the globe would warm, and its highest levels of management were clearly aware that this would be a severe problem for the planet. They even used this knowledge to bid on oil leases in the rapidly melting Arctic.

But they didn’t tell anyone. Instead, they lied—they helped fund institutes devoted to climate denial, and bankrolled politicians who fought against climate action. Their CEO—who had overseen much of the research—told Chinese leaders in 1997 that the globe was cooling and that they should go full-steam ahead with fossil fuel.

This is not just one more set of sad stories about our climate. In the 28 years I’ve been following the story of global warming, this is the single most outrageous set of new revelations that journalists have uncovered. Given its unique credibility—again, it was the biggest corporation on earth—ExxonMobil could have changed history for the better. Had it sounded the alarm—had it merely said ‘our internal research shows the world’s scientists are right’—it would have saved a quarter century of wheel-spinning. We might actually have done something as a world before the Arctic melted, before the coral reefs were bleached, before the cycles of drought and flood set fully in.

Instead, their silence and their lies—driven by nothing more than the desire to keep making money—helped disrupt the earth’s most critical systems. When people ask, how could our species have wrecked our planet, the memos and internal documents uncovered by these reporters offer a huge part of the answer. We wrecked the planet, in no small part, because we were lied to by the most powerful institutions on that planet.

And so here I sit. I don’t have any great hope this action of mine will change anything practical. I fear that no one is likely to prosecute Exxon—they’re too big and too powerful. And for that matter it wouldn’t undo the damage. I know that we can’t rally enough Americans to boycott Exxon to make more than a token dent in their endless profits, and that even if we did those profits would flow to some other oil giant whose deeds are yet to be uncovered. Indeed, I know that most of the gas stations that say Exxon or Mobil on the sign aren’t even owned by the company. I know that none of this is the fault of the local franchisees—I gave the folks who run this station a hundred bucks before I sat down in hopes that my small protest won’t cost them too much in income.

I also know that there are clever and cynical people who will wave off these stories by saying, ‘of course, we knew that all along. That’s just how the world works.’ Or they will say, ‘it’s not Exxon’s fault; we all use fossil fuels.’ These clever people are the cousins of the cynics who worked at ExxonMobil; their knowingness is a cover for inaction. Exxon didn’t act when its actions could have changed the course of history; that’s not true of the rest of us.

My only real hope is that this gesture of mine will lead a few more people to read these pieces of reporting before they disappear into what my wife correctly and despairingly called the overwhelming clutter of our digital culture. I don’t want you to sign a petition, add your name to a mailing list, send money to a kickstarter. Just to read.  I guess I figure that some people will say: if it’s important enough to someone to get arrested, I can spare ten minutes to read the story.

Perhaps this understanding will lead more people to join in the movement for fossil fuel divestment, or to oppose giant new oil projects, or to take away government subsidies from dirty energy. That would be good—I’ve spent much of my life on those battles, and will keep at them with my colleagues at and throughout the climate justice movement. It would help in every battle that matters if the Exxons of the world had less credibility and less power.

But even if these stories simply lead to more understanding without any practical consequence, that seems worthwhile.  People are dying already around the world from the effects of climate change, people who never burned a gallon of oil in their lives. Everyone who comes after us will inhabit a planet much less vibrant than the one we were born into. My daughter graduates from college this spring, and she inherits this world that Exxon did so much to break. They—and all of us–deserve at least to know the truth.

Here are the stories I’ve been referring to:


Bill McKibben

P.S.—if others elsewhere want to repeat this small gesture, please do it peacefully, and respectfully.

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“If you talk too much, eventually something true is bound to spill out.”

Monday, October 5th, 2015

“If you talk too much, eventually something true is bound to spill out.”

The Epic Adventures of Lydia Bennet

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redshoesnblueskies: zombeesknees: It doesn’t mean we’re…

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015



It doesn’t mean we’re engaged or anything. 

#said the most engaged man ever  #picking out baby names as he explains the grenade launcher  #’DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE ENGAGED OR ANYTHING‘  #’no ro-mo’  #aka my feelings about this and about you are totally professional  #this is a work event! we are colleagues!  #(srsly their first verbal interaction is ripley saying ‘where you want it’ all smug in the power loader  #and hicks just about breaking his face he smiles so big  #like literally doing the :-D face  #‘THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER’  #and he knooooowws it – ‘doesn’t mean we’re engaged or anything’  #it’s showing and HE KNOOOWS

oh good lord.  Now I have to see this again as soon as possible.

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cygnaut: mumblingsage: solitarymushroom: mumblingsage: molluscagonewild: socially-awkward-libra:…

Tuesday, July 21st, 2015







Okay, so I was watching Mad Max…. and during this scene I noticed something…


Let’s take a closer look…


Now, pardon my bad gif making skills but…




you’re right, that’s her

So not only are they sitting on the roof & holding hands while the car drives onto the lift, they’ve been resting against each other the entire way there!?

I didn’t know they were holding hands on the roof! I wonder if the car ride is missed out in the same way that Max killing the Bullet Farmer is missed out. Like Furiosa is out for the count pretty much so would it be too focused on Max? In the same way the other scene in other action films would have been included?

There would have been so much bonding through unspoken words and eye contact and touching tho omg I want to know what happened during this drive!!

Oh yeah they were. It’s like 95% to provide physical support for her but…that other 5%… 

(And I kind of feel like after the moment of intimacy and vulnerability “My name is Max” ends on, both of them need and deserve a long drive with her napping on his shoulder. The more I think about it the more it feels right.)

I just want high-res screencaps of every millisecond of this last scene.

I’m still not over this. THEY’RE SO CUDDLY AT THE END

Furiosa is completely exhausted and all of Max’s barriers are down after the blood-giving scene. Like 95% it’s about literal physical support, but 5% is “oh god after everything we went through I’m so glad you’re alive let’s touch”

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Fixing Furiosa: The Improved Mad Max Comic

Wednesday, July 15th, 2015

Fixing Furiosa: The Improved Mad Max Comic:


This! Is! Brilliant! This is the Furiosa comic I wanted!

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miss-bubles: liz-squids: lies: Favorite world-building…

Saturday, July 11th, 2015




Favorite world-building elements: Language

That awkward moment when “fang it” is mainstream Australian slang, not something George Miller made up.

LOL someone didn’t do their research

and yes I do  know that continually adding text to a post mocking the original poster is rude but this person had enough time to make a series of Gifs for a movie that isn’t even available for home viewing yet but they didn’t have time to type fang it into urban dictionary? I’m sorry but no not cool!

I’m curious why you assume inclusion in the gifset means the OP didn’t know “fang it” was existing Aussie slang.

Isn’t language evolution almost always based on adapting previously used elements? Neither Aqua-Cola nor “traitor” as a verb are things made up out of thin air by George Miller; each reflects language currently in use.

World-building doesn’t mean things have to be invented from scratch. It just means a richly imagined, internally consistent world presented in an evocative way.

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Furiosa looks up before she turns off-road

Friday, June 26th, 2015



She never looks up when she’s thinking. When she’s telling Max about her past, she’s looking straight ahead, or to the side. When she’s telling Max about the salt she’s looking at the salt. When Max is telling her to go back to the Citadel she’s looking past him, and when she decides she looks up at him and clasps his hand.

So why does she look up before she turns?

What’s up there? 

Her War Boys.

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4 times the gates were open

Saturday, June 13th, 2015


And by “gates” I mean the cineplex doors and by “open” I mean they accepted my money for the pleasure of watching Mad Max Fury Road again. 

– I noticed another scene with a War Boy lifting a War Pup in the background: after Joe realizes Furiosa has “stolen” his wives and the war drums are beating, they start lowering the vehicles from within the Citadel to the ground below. As one vehicle starts being lowered, you can see a War Boy lifting a Pup off the platform and setting him down on the cavern floor. 

– Ace. Man, Ace. After Morsov’s historic death and while the other War Boys are still shouting “Witness” in really joyous voices as if the guy dying truly was an awesome thing, Ace makes the V8 salute and bows his head and he sounds solemn when he says “Witness him.” He’s significantly older than the average War Boy, too, which would seem to indicate that he hasn’t been particularly eager to go to Valhalla any time soon. I think it’s a really great touch on the part of the writers and director. They might all have to live in Joe’s world and he might have them believing he’s a god, but they don’t all have to accept his bullshit in their heart of hearts. 

– The War Boys’ combat style requires a lot of communication between the lancer and the driver. Nux and Slit seem to work very well together, but it’s hard to tell where they rank among their peers because of how insanely badass ‘normal’ is for War Boys. 

–  Even seeing it a fourth time, the driving-into-the-sandstorm scene is still fucking epic. I think for any first time viewer seeing Nux cheerfully proclaim it a “lovely day” while watching his brothers-in-arms get swept up into a fiery storm really drives home how brainwashed the War Boys are. To us it looks like they’re dying horribly – hellish is the word that keeps coming to mind – but to Nux they’re heading to Valhalla in an usually spectacular fashion. 

– Slit must have heard Max angrily shout “That’s my head” while he was hurling lances mere inches above Max’s head. That explains why he specifically threatened Max with decapitation. I didn’t think he’d heard Max or had been actually paying attention to what the “raging feral” was saying, but clearly he did. 

– “…breeding stock, battle fodder. You’re an old man’s battle fodder.” I find it really interesting that the wives view the War Boys as fellow victims of Joe’s. I mean, they are, but it’s incredibly insightful and mature for the wives to realize it. It would have been understandable if they’d hated them as extensions of Joe’s whole vile regime. It’s intellectually and philosophically impressive and it makes me wonder if the wives sat around in the vault having really deep debates about various things. 

– The wives recognize the People Eater and the Bullet Farmer and can name the stuff each has in his war party. This would seem to indicate they did not spend their entire time as Joe’s slaves locked up in the vault, that they had the opportunity to meet or at least see Joe’s allies. I can easily imagine Joe having dinner parties or something – he does love spectacles. 

– When Toast grabs the rifle to reload it, Angharad looks shocked and Toast gives her a look that seems almost defiant. 

– The Imperator who dives in front of Joe to take the bullet for him when Furiosa shoots at Joe (while being shielded by Angharad) is the same Imperator who’d told Rictus to stop using the flamethrower because it endangered the wives. 

– I never noticed this before during the previous three times I saw the movie, but there’s a very brief shot of Nux sitting in the lookout cab at the back of the war rig right after Angharad falls and goes under Joe’s car. I can’t wait to get the DVD so I can watch those few seconds again and again. It really was so brief that I didn’t even get the chance to register the expression on Nux’s face. 

– After the war rig is out of the mud (thanks to using Nux’s suggestion to use the “tree thing” to pull it out), Nux happily says to Capable, “I never thought I’d get to do something so shine.” He’s probably referring to driving the war rig, however briefly, as per his previous declaration that he wanted to drive the war rig as his reward. It’s still heartrendingly adorable. 

– I wonder what Nux is thinking while Max and Furiosa have their conversation about hope and redemption. He was obviously listening closely. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that his response when Max, Furiosa, the wives, and the Vuvalini all turn to look at him for his input on the new plan is “Feels like hope.” 

– Speaking of the new plan scene, God, I love the way Capable and Nux exchange a look before she dismounts from the bike and offers her input to the others. There’s clearly an “us” – a joint making of decisions that will affect them together. 

– I feel so bad for the poor War Boy who has to give the People Eater’s grossly bloated feet a pedicure. I wonder if they drew lots and he lost. It took six of them to lift the bastard up into his vehicle. 

– When the polecat grabs Toast out of the war rig and puts her in Joe’s car, Joe keeps a gun pointed at her. He’s no longer deluding himself about his wives being “stolen”. 

– There’s a look of disbelief in Nux’s eyes when Cheedo announces that Joe is dead. How does it feel to have your god die, I wonder? Did Nux go to his death thinking he would see Joe in Valhalla? Or did the knowledge that Joe had been killed and was therefore no god destroy his belief in Valhalla? Did he sacrifice himself know that there was nothing else, nothing to look forward to after death? 

– I didn’t realize before how entirely the decision to accept Furiosa’s overthrow of Joe was the decision of the War Pups. Yes, the Wretched are shouting, “Bring them up! Bring them up!” but they don’t matter. The milk mothers turn on the water, but the adult men are standing around frozen. It’s the Pups who glare at Corpus as though daring him to voice an objection and the Pups who pull the lever to start the platform rising. Guess it felt like hope to them. :)

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